Laura Black

Laura was 18, 5ft4 and of average build. She had long dark brown hair and matching dark brown eyes. Due to her average build she had only a modest set of curves, and she believed this modest figure combined with the issues she suffered from was why she had always been single. She didn’t really even known if she was straight, bi, gay or whatever else. She thought it was pointless trying to work out such things, she knew she’d never find anyone, that she’d always be single, so such thoughts were pointless.

Laura had a few issues she felt held her back, both in life and love. First off she had just last year become visually impared. She could see a lot, but everything was blurred. This had caused her to fail her college course lat year, especially as her subjects were largely visual based. So she had opted to head back to college this year, undertaking some more appropiate subjects. Next she suffered from various mental health issues. She hadn’t been diagnosed with anything, but mild depression, anxiety, emotional detachment and some symptoms of depersonalisation disorder is what she seemed to suffer from. With this in mind she wasn’t looking forward to today. Today was her first day at her new college. She new she’d have to go through it friendless and alone, suffer listening to everyone talking about last night or last weekend’s massive party. The party she inevitably that she was the only one not to attend, and listen to everyone talking about their brilliant boyfriends and girlfriends, and watch the PDA that made her feel so uncomfortable.

She let out a heavy sigh and sat up on her bed. Despite how awful she knew today would be she guessed she had to get ready. She went through her morning routine, opting to dress in a servicable pair of white trainers, a pair of woodland DPM combats and a Marilyn Manson t shirt. She combined these with a simple black bra and briefs. She did at least enjoy that since she knew she’d forever be alone she didn’t feel she had to make any effort to dress in a sexy manner, she didn’t have any clothes like that really, she knew whether she dressed casually and comfortably or sexilly she’d still get zero attention. Besides, if the only way she could find love was to dress in a way showing how desperate she was, then she might just prefer to be alone. She had bought a few thongs though. She figured this was a way of making her feel sexier without also showing her desperation, she imagined how nice it’d be for someone to see her in one one day, to rip it off and fuck her nice and hard and deep, but she knew that’d never happen, but she definately liked how they made her feel at times.